Sitting in their compartment, Harry was reflecting on how his life had changed over the past five years. No longer Dudley's plaything, he was well on his way to becoming a fully trained wizard. Now he'd gained a few friends, and, he thought regretfully, lost a few as well.

Obviously seeing the expression on his face, Hermione interrupted Harry's reverie. "Are you alright Harry?" She asked timidly, concern radiating from every pore.

"I'm fine, Hermione. How many times am I going to have to say that?" he replied reproachfully, wishing silently that the universe would just leave him alone. Even though he knew that she was only asking because she cared, he still didn't appreciate the constant sympathy from everyone around him, especially when they acted like they knew how he felt.

"See Hermione? I told you that. If he says he's fine, then he is." Ron said, his voice full of confidence. In the following quiet, they heard the sound of a door being opened and closed as quietly as the person could manage. Looking around, but seeing no one, they all returned to their thoughts.


Exhaling gratefully, Morgan leaned her head against the door she'd just come though. "That was extremely uncomfortable." She sighed as she moved off the find a compartment that would stay empty this time. She made a mental note to thank Granna for indulging her request to be disillusioned before going into the station.

She slipped gratefully into an empty compartment, hoping desperately that nobody would come into this one. It wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been him, but at least it wasn't her good-for-nothing cousin.

Although she was glad this year she'd been allowed to go off to Hogwarts, she was still terrified. "All those people, and all of them judgmental, I'll bet." She thought to herself while dreading what was going to happen soon, too soon for comfort.

The thought of having to go up in front of a whole school terrified her, knowing what most of them would probably think of her in the instant judgment that was commonplace when people learned her name.

"Why did I agree to do this?" she asked no one in particular, just the universe in general.


Having somehow managed to avoid removing the disillusionment charm until the last moment, Morgan was forced to reluctantly forfeit her near-invisibility while standing among the first years when an extremely stern woman scolded her.

"Now, my dear. As good as that disillusionment charm is, there is no need for that sort of thing." Professor McGonagall's lips were pursed in that way that they were so famous for doing. She rapped Morgan on the head with her wand – a little too vigorously in Morgan's point of view. The first years gasped as a girl appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Their astonishment was short lived and replaced by abject terror as Professor McGonagall commanded them to follow her and strode through the doors into the Great Hall.

Morgan kept her head down. She was painfully aware of how much people were staring. "Why couldn't I be a midget? Then I wouldn't be standing out so much." She thought bitterly as she plodded after the titchy first years. She didn't look up as someone, she didn't know who – or suspect for a moment that it was a hat – started to sing about the different houses. She didn't watch as the first years around her were sent to their designated places. She just listened with a heavy heart for her name to be called.

Professor McGonagall finally got to the end of her list. "And a special sorting. Morgana Malfoy."

The whole school erupted in murmurs as she walked up to the hat and put it on. Draco, for example could be seen exclaiming his astonishment and anger at seeing her. She could see the display as the hat started to talk in her ear.

"Well now, where to put you?"

"Anywhere that he isn't." Morgan muttered under her breath as she glared at the entirety of the Slytheryn table.

The hat chuckled. "Family feud eh? Well that rules out Slytheryn then, and you're not studious enough to be in Ravenclaw. Looks like you'll be best suited in Gryffindor." She heard the last word being shouted out for the benefit of the rest of the school, and looked for the table where she was to sit. She saw a few of the first years cheering, but they were the only ones. After all, they hadn't had the time to get to know and hate the name of Malfoy. She slumped down at the end of the table, avoiding all eye contact and talking to no one. Luckily the headmaster started speaking, so everyone turned their attention to him.

Harry was thoroughly shocked. That girl, Morgan. She was a Malfoy! In his bewilderment he vaguely heard Ron remark that another one was just what they needed, as if one wasn't enough.

"And in our house too." Hermione was also less than pleased.

Harry was about to fill his friends in on the facts, but Dumbledore stood up for his speech, so he lapsed into silence again.